“Ow, ow, ow…” he said as he sat up on the ground. He was still dead tired. He turned a tired face toward Mika. His face was still covered with sweat.
“Yuu-chan.”
“What?”
“Your face is starting to look like a panda.”
“Haha! Yours too.”
Mika touched his own beaten face. It hurt as he pressed. It might turn into a bluish bruise. If Ferid Bathory cared about his face more than the taste of his blood, it might have been problematic.
However, Mika looked at Yuu-chan and smiled.
“Well, it’s true that they were annoying.”
“Right?”
“And then… Your actions were right. The girl who was attacked was about Akane’s age. That mean Akane could have been attacked too. In order to prevent that, we have to show that we can oppose them.”